I'd met the guy while out riding a couple times before. He's often at a restaurant and bar called The Office over close to Eagle Rock that's a good road side dive worth stopping at while on a ride. Heluva nice old guy. May not studying to be an electrical engineer in his retirement; but a heluva nice guy nonetheless. 
Yeah, I hear you, Don. Being more serious now, I know a lot of people like that. They'd give you the shirt off your back and go the extra mile for you without thinking. Most of 'em wouldn't take a dime for helping you out of a jam either. And some of them have become really good friends of mine and really changed the way I look at people in general. Never judge a book by it's cover.
Some of the nicest, friendliest, and most hospitable and God-fearing people I've met in all my travels are native Arkansans. I joke about them, but then I catch it right back in spades from them, too. It's all in good fun, as even though I'm a damn yankee in their vernacular, they can still see the good old boy in me, too.